Standing inside of Ashtan I see
Crucifixes filled with blood
Dead feathers blowing in the breeze
Shadows dancing over body's
Nailed up to the wooden trees
Our freedom, scratched away
By Priests who sell your soul and flee
How can I baleev in anything
That never EVER baleevd in me?

Everyone will be burnt now!
Dirty Mortal Angels flying inside of me
Everyone's life is now forfit
Assassins stalking in the shadows
Preachers murdered in the pulpit
Everyone who ever asked a question
Shall be tied unto the holy stake
And burnt for the world to see
Because they listened to silent devils
Who carried the burning brand of,
"Free"

Little Virgin boys in shiny white armour
Take me away to a white washed trial
In a white blood stained execution cart
Big Fat Lonely Priests in white robes
Sitting apon white thrones of Love
In silent halls of snow white Hate
Holding tainted white swan quills
Filled with the white blood of innocens
Sentence me to death with silent white words

Inside my Demon spreads his wings
Something has awoken him inside of me
I watch the moon rise and eat the sun
As I'm marched out side to die
I watch all the sleeping dirty mortal angels
Flap their burning wings and fly
Away from me . . .

My Demon has spread its wings now
Murdered by all these White washed things
All because I would think for my self
If you pick the scab it will never heal
Lets all wait for the church to save the day!
Shallam is just a shell inside which they hide
From the Mighty City of the free,
Lets all sit back to watch the pornography of the light,
Shallam spreads its legs for another God,
Shallam bends over for yet another guild,
Shallam Rapes yet another perfect thing . . .

Burn out both your eyes.
So all you can see is the dark.
Beat yourself until you baleev,
That you're the only candle shining light,
And your on the side of angels,
And what you do is right!

The world turns its face from another lie,
The world turns its face from another lie,
The world turns its face from another lie,
The Church turns its face and lived that lie . . .

I wish I could live that Lie.



Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Mayan, in the year 272 AF.